Thinking about you....(2)

I lay here and think
I'm thinking about
all the times that you have been there
your picture now stares at me
and once again i can feel your presence
around me
you may not know what I'm going through
but if you did, i bet you wouldn't
care about what I've done to myself, but
make a joke about my wrists
I'm afraid you'll see me cry
and see me go through too much
you would probably just leave again
like you always did
I'm not asking much
I'm just saying
please quit joking, this is serious